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It’s not easy being a SeaWolf. Or, rather, a Scurvey Dog. But, since the people here on the land seem ta’ have a dislikin’ fer my kind, so long as I have some group that can tolerate me, I prefer ta’ be wit’ them, even if it’s out in the open ocean.

I was lucky ta’ stumble a’cross Angela when I did. Such a sweet lass. She took care o’ this old dog fer a good long while, until I was strong enough ta’ take care o’ her. She’s the one who gave me my bandana even. Only a werewolf can be man enough ta’ wear a pink bandana, lemme tell you.

Anywho, we’re right misfits, she and I. She bein’ one o’ the winged folk, and meself bein’ a werewolf. Not that anyone’s seen my human face fer a long time. I prefer ta’ keep it that way, honestly. People have more re’spect fer the fang and claw than they do fer the fist.

Regardless, I’ll stay this way, ‘til I’ve found a cure fer my… don’t want ta’ call it a curse. Or even an illness. Maybe, it’s a handicap,starting from birth. Whatever it’s ta’ be called, I’ll write down what knowledge on it I can find here in my book. This new captain myself and Angela are under, Mr. Levi Athens, he seems ta’ be the sort ta’ like misfits like us. Hopefully I’ll be able ta’ find some new bits o’ information while under his command.

Come on, Sea. Throw this dog a bone.

I loved Wolfsjal's Domhnal too much to resist making an irish wolf myself.

Sorry I've been gone so much guys. I've been sick as a dog. So... have some old art I haven't posted. Both his parents carried recessive faelad werewolf genes, but they didn't manifest until he was an adult. Poor Puppy.

Also... this turned out more orange than brown on come monitors. But it's supposed to be brown.

Description
It’s not easy being a SeaWolf. Or, rather, a Scurvey Dog. But, since the people here on the land seem ta’ have a dislikin’ fer my kind, so long as I have some group that can tolerate me, I prefer ta’ be wit’ them, even if it’s out in the open ocean.

I was lucky ta’ stumble a’cross Angela when I did. Such a sweet lass. She took care o’ this old dog fer a good long while, until I was strong enough ta’ take care o’ her. She’s the one who gave me my bandana even. Only a werewolf can be man enough ta’ wear a pink bandana, lemme tell you.

Anywho, we’re right misfits, she and I. She bein’ one o’ the winged folk, and meself bein’ a werewolf. Not that anyone’s seen my human face fer a long time. I prefer ta’ keep it that way, honestly. People have more re’spect fer the fang and claw than they do fer the fist.

Regardless, I’ll stay this way, ‘til I’ve found a cure fer my… don’t want ta’ call it a curse. Or even an illness. Maybe, it’s a handicap,starting from birth. Whatever it’s ta’ be called, I’ll write down what knowledge on it I can find here in my book. This new captain myself and Angela are under, Mr. Levi Athens, he seems ta’ be the sort ta’ like misfits like us. Hopefully I’ll be able ta’ find some new bits o’ information while under his command.

Come on, Sea. Throw this dog a bone.

I loved Wolfsjal's Domhnal too much to resist making an irish wolf myself.

Sorry I've been gone so much guys. I've been sick as a dog. So... have some old art I haven't posted. Both his parents carried recessive faelad werewolf genes, but they didn't manifest until he was an adult. Poor Puppy.

Also... this turned out more orange than brown on come monitors. But it's supposed to be brown.